Last Resort
You step in cautiously, looking around with great eagerness. The smell
of dust and silk overwhelms you for a moment, but you shake it away
and continue your speculation.
The room is dark and silent. You walk through the house into a small
side room. The curtains are tattered and the remainder of the items
are slightly ragged. You walk over to a shelf and remove a battered
item from the top. You turn it over in your hands. A stuffed animal
kitten. You swallow and run out of the house.
Everything in the city has been destroyed. You begin to run, blindly
out of the city you were raised in, running, running away from the
demons of the past.
You slam all your weight against the warped, stained old door, and
hear the squeal of twisting hinges. The door falls out of its frame
and hits the wooden floor with a thud.
